by Mia Madison
"Ummm," boy was this bad timing, "sure." I knew Mimi was watching us so I didn't want to stare at him, but how could I look away?
"Great, Thank you," he crooned, "they screwed up the order for the Lambert project and I need to go over to Piedmont personally to straighten things out." He turned to walk out the door and then shouted back, "I'm gonna be late so don't hold dinner for me."
There was silence in the room when he left and I dared not look at Mimi. After it became unbearable, she finally whispered, "I just hope you know what you're doing."
Chapter 8
I tiptoed into the darkened house and closed the front door with a soft click so I wouldn't wake Michael and Elizabeth. The heat outside had been unbearable, but as I walked through the blissfully cool house, I once again extolled the virtues of central air. I hadn't planned on adding it to my house - correction - our house, but after living through a run of sub Saharan-like temperatures, I gave into Michael's demand that we include it.
My first stop was the kitchen to plop down a stuffed bunny on the kitchen table along with yet another note for Michael to fix the leaky pipe in the kitchen before it got worse and flooded the house. Next, I stripped off my dirty clothes and headed for a blissfully hot shower. After a full day at the firm, I spent much of my night finishing up some demo work on our house. I was covered with the kind of dust that clung to your skin without mercy and I couldn't wait to be free of it.
So far, I loved working on the house with Michael and his crew. He had a small group of old friends that he planned on calling occasionally to help out, but otherwise, it really was going to be just the two of us - well, the three of us, Elizabeth has some definitive ideas about what her house should look like. We've had a lot of light-hearted arguments about it, but honestly, the redesigns were going to make the final project even better.
I stepped into the shower, and as I sloughed off the grime from my skin, my thoughts went to Michael. I imagined his hands sliding over my skin, washing me clean, his body pressed against mine as he dipped his head to kiss my neck. All the while his hands would slip down to cup my breasts before descending lower. My hands followed the path of my imaginary lover, and I closed my eyes to enjoy the full effect.
This wasn't the first time I fantasized about Michael in the shower - he was also not far from my thoughts while I was in bed, and at work, the job site, driving in the car. Damn it, why was this just a fantasy? I was living inches away from the hottest man in the tri-state area and I was in the shower alone, fondling myself. My anger was building up a good head of steam when the lights suddenly went out.
I finished up my shower before the water went cold, and quickly toweled off before throwing on my summer robe. The house was quiet when I peeked out of Michael's former office - my current bedroom, and I hesitantly walked into the kitchen.
It seemed like everyone was still asleep, but then a flash of lightning filled the room and I yelped when I saw Michael standing in the middle of the living room looking out the bank of windows. "You found Mr. Hopper," he chuckled and squished the well-loved bunny between his hands.
I smoothed down the silky robe that clung to my still damp body and joined him. He was dressed in nothing but boxer shorts and it took all my strength to resist the urge to bounce my fingers off his pecs.
"Nana Jill found it," I said more calmly than I felt. I tried to ignore my jealousy of a stuffed animal, but I was still frustrated that my shower massage ended early. "She called me after you picked up Bethy, so I grabbed him on my way home from the house." The thunder softly in the distance and I wondered when the storm would hit.
"Is that why you were so late?" He wasn't looking at me, but out the window in a sleepy daze.
"Yeah," I answered hesitantly and yanked at the hem of my robe, I never realized how short it was. "She's quite a talker," I went on, "I was so tired that my eyes were almost rolling back in my head when I finally left her house."
Michael barked out a short laugh at the truth in that statement, "she likes you though," he added, "I had quite a chat with her tonight."
I could feel an electric charge in the air that had nothing to do with the storm rolling in. "Oh," I hesitated, unsure of where this was going, "about what?"
Michael was silent as he stared out the window, and if it wasn't for a flash of light, I would have missed the stern set of his jaw. "She's getting married," he said slowly as if waiting for my reaction.
"Jill's getting married?" I didn't even know she was seeing anyone, she never mentioned it before.
"No," Michael's voice was clipped as he went on, "Maggie - Bethy's mom. Apparently, she's been in Italy for the past year and found herself a," he hesitated for a moment while another wave of thunder rolled in and chose his next words carefully, "rich benefactor."
"Oh," I was floored by this news and had no idea how it would impact Michael and his daughter. I knew his ex-wife left about a year after the baby was born and hadn't been in contact since - but I got the impression they worried that might change at any time.
"She's never coming back." His voice was flat when he spoke.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm sure you loved her-"
A harsh laugh filled the air and I jumped. "Oh, I'm not worried about me."
There was an anger in his voice that made me bristle, and despite the rising temperature, a chill ran down my spine. I adjusted the lapels of my robe a little tighter and waited for him to go on.
Yeah, I loved her," he went on wistfully, "without her I wouldn't have that amazing little girl upstairs." Another flash of lighting lit up the room, and I could see that the smile on his face matched the love in his voice. "How do I tell her that her mother abandoned her?"
"It doesn't matter what you tell her," I spoke with the authority of someone with experience, "she'll know the truth."
Michael turned to me as a loud rumble passed by, and I saw his smile was somewhat diminished, "so, what do I do?"
"You love her," I advised, "every day, in every way. Just continue to love-" The room suddenly seemed to explode as a sharp crack of thunder joined a flash of lighting, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
Without thinking, Michael put his arms around me and pulled me close. Ever the protector, I could feel the waves of heat coming off his body and I wanted to melt into him.
Another bolt of lightning hit and I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek on his bare chest. I wasn't usually afraid of thunderstorms, but the electricity in the air was palpable and the aftershocks raced through me.
Michael reached up to smooth down a wayward strand of hair as I squeezed him tighter. Running his finger lightly down the side of my neck, he breathed deep and murmured, "that's good advice for everyone." I gasped as his fingers trailed lightly down my back, and I wondered if he could smell the sexual frustration on me.
His palm came to rest against my back and his warmth radiated through my thin robe. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe. I didn't want to do anything that would break the spell of that moment.
As we stood there, I heard the heavy rains move in. A storm swirled around us and with each crack of thunder he would pull me closer and I would sink into him more. It was as if mother nature was created a bubble for only the two of us to share. After a few loud rumbles, I could feel the bulge grow in his shorts and gasped.
When the next bolt came, I jumped back in shock and my robe, loosened from our embrace, slid open. My breasts, barely hidden by the thin fabric, on display before him. My breath caught in my chest. I didn't know whether I should pull the robe tight or let it flow free, and then I saw Michael's jaw twitch as caught sight of my bare skin.
I threw caution to the wind and arched my back slightly, to give him a better view and hopefully the desire for more. His breathing was ragged when he lifted his hands to my collarbone. With his index fingers pushing the fabric aside, he drew a path down the outside of my breasts and over my hips. His fingers came to a rest with his hands securely cu
pping my ass.
His touch was an electric spark that rivaled any lighting bolt outside, and my entire body thrummed for him. I wanted him. I reached out and slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers and started to draw my fingers down along his hips.
"Devon," he groaned and dipped his head toward mine, "are you sure?"
Chapter 9
"Yes," I responded heatedly, not just to Michael's question, but my own burning desires. With that word, he leaned in and captured my lips with a kiss that took my breath away.
When he ran his tongue across my bottom lip, I willingly parted my lips for him. My entire body clenched with need as he slipped inside and twirled his tongue around mine. I've never been kissed with such passion before. I would have done anything he asked after that kiss.
I mewed when he broke off the kiss, but that turned into a sigh as his feather light kisses blazed a trail along my jawline. As he nuzzled the tender spot behind my ear, his fingers skimmed up my body and halted at my breasts. My breath caught in my throat in anticipation. He palmed my nipples with whisper light circles and every nerve ending in my body felt exposed. Once the peaks were nice and stiff, his fingers took over, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers.
This was what I had been waiting for… dreaming for.
My fingers were still secure in his waistband and I tried to pull them down further, but I didn't get very far. Michael laughed at my frustration and pulled back to give me room to maneuver.
As I lowered my eyes, I saw the tip of his stiff cock as it peeked out from his waistband. I looked up at Michael's hooded expression and dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor. Never taking my eyes from him, I pulled drown his shorts until they pooled on the floor. His cock sprang free and then dipped down in front of my mouth at the perfect height.
I took a moment to take in the sight of his magnificent manhood. It was easily the biggest I had ever seen in my life, and I worried about being able to take it all in. I looked up at Michael and was met by his sultry smile. Without hesitation, I dropped my eyes back down. The bulbous head was sporting a drop of pre-cum and I eagerly leaned over and licked it with the tip of my tongue. I dropped my head back to savor his salty taste and heard Michael moan above me.
With a flick of his fingers, my silky robe slid off my shoulders and joined his boxers on the floor. I felt the smooth silk caressing my legs, and was exhilarated to know he was watching my every move.
Emboldened by this knowledge, I leaned forward to run my tongue along his length. I teased the thick veins with the tip of my tongue and heard him take a relaxing breath. After working my way to the base, I flattened my tongue against the bottom of his cock and dragged it straight to the head.
Without waiting for his reaction, I puckered my lips tightly, placed them against the tip of his cock, and slowly took him in. His breath was heavy as he invaded my mouth, and I forced myself not to smile and risk breaking the tight contact of my lips around his shaft. With the head firmly placed in my mouth, I sucked lightly at the hard ridge while my tongue teased him mercilessly.
I looked up and could see he was enjoying the view. He gave me a sexy little smile and wonton desire flooded my sex.
I focused my attention on the task at hand wrapped my palm low around the base of his cock, my fingers grabbed hold before I added my other hand further up to cover his length. With almost every inch of him under my control, I sucked in my cheeks to heighten the sensation, then pushed my tongue hard against his sensitive underside and pulled off in one tight, fluid move.
The strangled cry that seemed to come from his toes told me he enjoyed the sensation, so I puckered my lips over the tip and pressed myself down on him again. I collapsed my mouth tightly around his cock and pulled off again.
"Oh fuck," he cried out as his hands descended on the back of my head. I was a worried that he would try to rush me or force himself in deeper, but he had no such intention. Yet. For now, his hands rested lightly on the back of my head, tangling in my hair and allowing me free reign to feast on his cock. And I did. I took him in, rocking my body back and forth.
As I relaxed, I began to pull him in a deeper. I focused on the sensation of his large cock as it slid over my tongue and the pop as he burst from my tightly clenched lips. He felt so good. I wanted more, I wanted him deeper. I picked up the pace, my hands increased their pressure to keep up.
I was riding the wave, rocking my body back and forth and sucking him down, but a moment later, he practically pulled me off with a strangled cry.
"Fuck, Devon," he panted, "you're going to make me come right now."
I almost growled in frustration. I didn't want to stop. I wanted more. I threw him a wicked smile and reached out to run my fingers along his length. It was thick and rigid, the heavy tip almost purple with need.
"Don't worry," he chuckled as if reading my mind, "I can think of a better place for that shaft."
My eyes went as wide as my wayward thoughts, and the ache between my legs doubled. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Michael took the bait and slid to the floor. He hovered over me like an animal stalking his prey and I spread out on the hard floor just for him. I shouldn't have been surprised that he didn't immediately dive between my legs and relieve his need. He wasn't the kind of guy to leave a girl unfulfilled. Instead, he leaned over and ran his hands up my body. His fingers left a trail of desire in their wake and his eyes sparkled at me as he began his mission.
My eyes fluttered closed as he alternately kissed and licked his way down my body. He stopped at my breast to suckle on one tender bud, nipping at it until it ached. "So perfect," he whispered, and soon I was writhing under his touch, wiggling my body and urging him to move his attention lower.
When he pulled off one nipple and latched on to the other, desire flooded straight to my core. I was already so wet, I wasn't sure I could hold out any longer. I looked down in time to see a dirty grin lift the corner of his mouth before he continued lower.
He lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders and my breath hitched, waiting for the inevitable. Instead, he licked his lips and lowered his head between my thighs. I thought I would explode with joy.
His tongue flicked out quickly to taste the juices that covered my sex - just as I did with him. I was so surprised that I let out a little yelp. He chuckled, and a tremor vibrated along my pussy.
I thought he might start slowly then work up to a crescendo, but Michael never did what I expected. Without warning, his mouth descended on my mound. Hot and demanding, he ran his tongue over my folds as if staking his claim.
"I've waited so long for this," he murmured as the tip of his tongue trailed up and down along my slit. I whimpered underneath him, not sure I could believe what I was hearing. His tongue slid up and down through my folds before teasing my tight opening, "just like I imagined."
"Oh, yes," I called out and pressed my hips towards his eager mouth. I couldn't believe what I was hearing - after all this time, he was imagining doing this to me? My heart soared and my pussy tingled at the thought.
His tongue continued to explore until he landed on my sweet spot and lathed at the bundle of nerves. I jerked underneath him and spread my legs wider. He responded by snaking his hand up to redouble his efforts. It was unbearably amazing.
The solid hardwood floor kept me locked in place as his mouth returned to explore my folds and his fingers lightly danced on my nub. I could feel the stars align behind my eyes and gasped at his expertise.
When his tongue danced down to push against my opening I let out a low moan, he countered by circling the opening before plunging inside. It was too much - but I also wanted more. I had work to hold back my release as his dancing tongue worked me from inside and his nimble fingers worked me out.
I crushed my eyes closed as my body began to shake with my aching need. I was so close. "Wait, stop," I panted, "I want you inside me," I wanted to wait for him like he waited for me but I was in danger of going o
ver the edge without him.
Michael lifted his head and caught my eye. "Come for me, Devon," he commanded gently, and that's all it took.
I arched my back and let go. "Michael!" I called out his name as a thousand stars shattered around me as my body exploded. I had one hand flat against the hardwood floor, while the other gripped his head. He continued to suckle and tease me, holding me down with one hand as I bucked against him, unable to control the pleasure thundering through my body.
I was coasting on the wave of bliss when he moved to kiss the insides of my thighs. I looked down and saw the smile of a man that wasn't done with me yet. I almost exploded all over again.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
We heard the screams, and Michael stilled between my legs.
We heard Elizabeth roaming around at the top of the stairway, and panic set in. It took all of one second to realize how this would look to her. Here I was, stripped bare and spread-eagled on the living room floor, while her naked father - his stiff cock still on full display - had his head buried between my legs.
This was not good.
Michael jumped up, grabbed for his boxers, then tossed my robe at me, "I'm coming honey," he yelled and then turned to me and grimaced at his choice of words.
I tried not to laugh, but the situation really was funny - in a terrifying sort of way.
"Daddy! Where are you?" we could hear tiny footsteps coming down the stairway as he stepped into his boxers. The thin fabric was no match for his raging hard-on, so he reached for my silky robe. With a quick apology, he slipped it on.
The demure robe wasn't much better at hiding him, and I had to cover my mouth to keep silent. He rolled his eyes and gathered up as much material as he could to cover himself and started for the door. "I'm on my way, sweetie," he yelled back, "just stay right there!"
In one swift move, he rushed back to my side, "I'm so sorry about this," he whispered playfully, "wait for me in your bedroom and I'll be there as soon as I can." His kiss was brief but forceful and my stomach did flip-flops over the thought of what he was going to do to me next.